VV - DigDat

All my VV’s dance when the lights off

All this drip but I’m still in my night top

Hundred thousand pound on my neck they’re vexed you can go ask Icebox

Twenty thousand on rings, niggas don’t do these things

Gun put eight in my mouth, said the leng ones love when I grin

Buff ting in the ends when I ride or die so I let her be my ROD

No we ain’t tryna get cuffed she’s rubbed tryna take out cah we OD’d

Went on a three double O two up one hop off and rev that pen

I’m tryna lick shots like Lippy you better not trippy and end up red

W-White in the kitchen stare at the gas going blue

What I might do on a digit or stove we still got new bro bandos too

I got a new ting send her nude tings facetime knows when she stands in the queue

Thats plus 44 on my call log and I got a big 44 with the bulldog

Got a 38. off the mali’s before I change and take no L’s

See a rari stamp on a brizzy if you got the belly we’re doing up miles

Had all these papers filed CPS man my days on trial

I got love for my ting in Lambeth lil coco butter and brown

T-T-Talk out my baby boy till I back that baby 9 they’re skeeing

Can’t sleep here bikes all night in the hood got eyes on my window preeing

I might just throw up the dinger

Slap three flatheads in the spinner

Drawout’s way too much so I might go call off everyone’s

Like I’m tryna fly into Milan, I got a big business plan

I came outta jail no CV one TT I got Instagram’s

TO said I’m not serious need experience search for jobs

But I don’t wanna stack no shelves

OT’s onlytime I’m setting up shop

Cock it cock it one in the head that’s locked away

I swear if this one here beats

He’s gonna need more than Dr. Dre

My jeweller did it

Thats eighty racks to fill it

I ain’t been broke in a minute

Man still see opps and spin it

this ting no radio

I’m tryna get outta your heart

straight got magic

And they wanna know the price on dot

When you they hear that they got touched

Nah it defo was my dawgs

Might pedal round on my bike

But I been putting skengs in cars

Try run a boy down with the shets

He would’ve got caught but I need more breath

Did enough chips on the circo

When I was young it was G4S

I was in jail as a youngboy should’ve been out tryna squeeze some breasts

Smoking cali in the daytime

Might shout like I need more cess

All my VV’s dance when the lights off

All this drip but I’m still in my night top

Hundred thousand pound on my neck they’re vexed you can go ask Icebox

Twenty thousand on rings, niggas don’t do these things

Gun put eight in my mouth, said the leng ones love when I grin

Got drillas round me make sure I keep all my brothers near

This dot dot long like a pram if I let him buss will his mum even care

Gotta hella long shows and short ones

Man got caught same size as a Botarn

Peng one and her friend made more Morcan jeeda and I’m spinning off in a sports

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Bash that booj before I did raps and they did know what I do to the beat

Like we were far got that date just man talk chips on a Jubilee

12 pills on my shin no kicks

This trip just turned to a habit

Got real dead fur on my jacket

They prolly came from a burger rabbit

Brodie reverse and slap it

Did 99 days on basic

I bet them boy wouldn’t hack it

Like how boy I know that envy so I just pray that my Nike’s got bendy

Tap all enter my snapchat

Love struck fat it’s mad what she sent me

Madder madder

All my VV’s dance when the lights off

All this drip but I’m still in my night top

Hundred thousand pound on my neck they’re vexed you can go ask Icebox

Twenty thousand on rings, niggas don’t do these things

Gun put eight in my mouth, said the leng ones love when I grin